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Wind of change

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– What are going to do now?- it was the only question,  if I only mentioned quitting my job.
– I gonna have well deserved summer holidays, will think about new ideas and maybe I will get married, – my answer was funny and honest.

I had nothing but the world to embrace. I was tired and wanted to have suntanned legs, to travel, to meet new people. Move somewhere far away and live my ideal laptop lifestyle. Words about marriage were only self protecting shell to reflect my laid back attitude to the problem of being jobless.

I am not dating a guy, but who cares?
It’s good to be unemployed.
Eating blueberry cake the whole day…
The rest will follow: suntanned legs, the different time zone and one day my wedding dress with pockets…

Be brave to say out loud what you wish for,  it may happen. Very soon.

Post #100: My heroes and their goddess

photo(20)Woman is strong till she meets her Weakness.

Strange enough, I do attract certain type of men. Different –  past rockers, hippies, bikers, scientists, writers or promising youngsters. Different facial shapes, hair or skin colors, heights and weights, nationalities and eating preferences.

All of them – with dimple chin. Not very visible, but  always present. I never noticed that rule, until my friend, who studied faces reading once pointed it out.

“A dimple on the chin, the devil within.”
―Pope Paul VI

It’s interesting what in my face attracts them? I have nothing very special except my broken nose and distinct lips.

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“You gonna be my woman”, he said the next day. Even before first kiss, before long romantic walks, before our past stories and future plans, before dinner, sex and breakfast.

Man is much harder when he meets his Weakness…

Do I want to be his Weakness? I doubt. Really.

 

Clasification of communication

Emails are for statements, messages are for emotional tweaks, chats are for unfiltered responses and all video stuff is total distraction – words and meanings are not important, as looking at is.

I am not against any form of communication, visual is fine,  just verbal is verbal and you don’t have the chance to read again. And I like to read and read it…

 

Not a date. No peonies. No victory.

I spent 3 hours with him today.  Chatting and bit of drinking. We are from two planets, from two leagues, circles, from different generations. But both were open to listen and to hear.

Former squatter in London, alternative music fan, regular pot-smoker, blond, young guy who lives the life  in easy and joyful way and goes with the flow. He wants to be a Hollander 🙂

He asked for one kiss and got it. As admitted in his text message after our meet up:  he was too shy to kiss me more than once on the cheek.

It was like talking to a stranger who is next to you on the train. As soon as train stops, people go their own ways.

His way was to downtown. My way was  to Spain – Chile game on FIFA World Cup.  Bad day for Spain. Tomorrow will be better anyway – Spain will get The New King.  Amigos, you  just can’t have everything – you get either peonies or roses, victory or king.

Good bye Mr. Age Gap! Good luck.

Master’s mindfuck. A book or not a book?

I always loved to write, but more often I was reading others. It was my work. Sharing bits of my life  online and at the same time figuring out lot of things for myself. In written. I got involved now. Here.
I carry a fancy notebook with me whenever I go, I  stop my car sometimes to pencil something what crosses my mind. I make notes in café. I use my mobile for voice recording during long drives. I have mountains of fragments, dialogs, sounds and letters, feelings and  thoughts for future. For future that never comes or for the book that will never be published.
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But this February, when the story with Man With a Plan and his son has started, I said to myself – I need to write about that. It seemed like amazing modern fairy tale: amazing business projects, politics, ménage à trois,  mental attraction… There were amazing strings of coincidences and other amazing  things…However, it  smelled a bit fishy in the very beginning. ..But if you want , I can name it  as smell of sea and shells….It was like a promise of super sappy story or horror story of manipulation. Both were good. Even for the same audience.

Who don’t like an unexpected death of my suitor exactly on the day I was about  to visit him at home in his country being on business trip there. And me being his last woman… And his son with boiling young blood in his veins  chasing me with crazy romantic offers after father’s death…

And  I still  don’t believe that something extraordinary and deadly had happened  2 months ago, maybe both guys  just were playing the wrong music … to a good dancer.

I danced to this bad music avoiding  red flags, carefully trying to keep my life affected as little as possible. I was so keen to believe it was a miracle and I was chosen from above for it…..I  was polite and understanding, despite negative, so I waited  for more lies to see where they would slip…

Real people, real identities, real situations… and unreal story.  Am I really attracted to witty but perverted minds?  Have I lost my ability to understand reasons of people behavior? Was I involved to play mindfucking game against my will? Didn’t I want to play it?  Why people play games?  Why games are played by people?  Was it real? Is it the life,  just  much spectacular than any fiction? I don’t know.

I needed to write to figure out it. And I have started my story.  I was not distracted. I sent farewell letters … I was back on track again.
I was sure the music stopped playing after funeral. I was too tired to dance.  But music started again two weeks ago. Just few  chords. Pianissimo … by youngster…

I keep waiting for more. And will definitely make all skeletons dance.

But…

Do I really need to write this book? Do I need to immerse myself in the past to figure out WHY instead of living my life in the present and think HOW? Do I want a sweet revenge by writing a book? Do I need to justify my behavior? Do I need to understand them or me?

Do I need to be THE AUTHOR? Does anyone need another book on crazy dating story?

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Lost in NYC. Letters of lust

I know. He said it at the very beginning. He is taken. But we have got and keep getting so much fun from our sensual  message exchange, we just can’t stop.

Is he unfaithful? Am I?  We just pretend we live in a world where everything is possible… When online:)

HIM:  Back from NYC
Thinking of you…

ME:  I am dreaming about NYC few months in a row..
Love NYC. Let me know when you are there next time 🙂

HIM: I will 😉
When was last time you were there?

ME: 7 years ago. Was thinking to go there this year. From July I will be completely free…unemployed and able to embrace the world…Centralpark

HIM:  Any favorite place in NYC?

ME: Many;) Volare in Greenwich Village,
Few places in Central park, Brooklyn bridge…

HIM: I love Greenwich Village, I went to Otto but Volare looks nicer, I will go there next time…
I have a friend in Brooklyn, I crossed the bridge walking 😉
I love the Conservatory and the model boats in Central Park

And I love your lips ;-)))))

ME: It’s a pity I have no friends in NYC 😦 Have you been there for business or pleasure?

HIM: I have been there for pleasure, one week vacation
I would love to travel with you… anywhere
I send you a thousand kisses… everywhere

ME:Lucky dude in NYC!I was pretty busy with hundred kisses here;)

HIM:  No! I don’t believe. Did you get hundreds of kisses?
Do I need to be jealous? ;-)))))
ME: Furious! Not only jealous:)

HIM:  Share with me…

ME: It’s good to feel  loved, adored, kissed 😉

HIM:  I agree ;-))
If you are happy, I am happy…

ME: I am not completely happy. Flings are good, but relationships are better.

HIM:  I love you too ;-)))))
And I miss you too…
Flings, with an “s” at the end ? 😉
Sounds like an interesting week… aren’t you going to share it with me?
ME:  I would rather share with you our things;)
HIM: I want to share our things… and I would love you sharing some of your things with me… you have such an extremely sexy brain…
ME:Having sexy brain makes ordinary conversations much more exciting…
HIM:  There is no ordinary conversation when you are around…
And not only your brain is sexy…
ME:You are the Master of  flirt. Or Mr. Seduction…
HIM: You don’t leave me any other option…
And you are Miss of Escape ;-)))))

ME:I leave all my options open…you just don’t use any…

HIM: You just did it again!!! ;-)))))

 

ME: Really? Are we playing different games? Are we playing the same game with different rules? Do we want to get different results at the end of game? Do we enjoy the game itself?

HIM:  If I am playing a game, I am playing the game of love.
I am falling in love with you.
I think of you every single moment.
I wait anxiously for your emails.
I am desperate for all my colleagues to leave and be able to skype with you.
I would love to travel around the world with you and make love in luxurious hotels in the five continents…
At the same time, I am very aware that I am not single and that I have very little to offer.
If I were single, we would have already met in Berlin, taking romantic walks and kissing each other in every corner, drinking white wine and starting to get undresses in the elevator of the hotel, unable to wait to go to  bed, and making love from sunset to sunrise
Not being single leaves this, for the time being, as a dream. Nobody knows what will happen in the future, but as I have very little to offer, I feel I do not have the right to play the game as I would love to.
Of course, if you ever come to XYZ, or if you feel like traveling to AB or CD (my two business destinations), I would be delighted to make my dreams come true.
My Dear, if you want to make me happy, move to  XYZ;-))))
My Dear, what can I do to make you happy? I prefer your happiness to mine…

ME:Please never ever write things like that again. Please…

It’s a fair play and we both understand the rules. And nevertheless reading these lines made my eyes wet unexpectedly. What happens online, stays online.
Let’s joke, let’s flirt, let’s talk and smile, let’s make stupid things, but please never be serious and  never be back to offline reality.
I saw a picture while reading your message. It hurts. Not virtually. In real life.

Bad luck on local date and mind blowing peonies

My local date, I was so sure about yesterday,  was bad.  Actually it haven’t happen today. Bad luck? Youngsters are not reliable? Am I  on his priority list? Definitely not. He is not on mine either.

Weird enough, when people work within walking distance. 15 min on feet is more than enough for both to meet in a nice place after working hours. Mr. Age Gap   failed to make a grand entrance. Minus ten points. Or even more.

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Meeting former OKC date

Him: I am so sorry to feel you wet.
Me: So thankful for today;) despite or for being wet.

I had a date with a guy in his hometown. We had online relationship on OKC for 5 months last year until he met a girl next door a year ago.
We never met before. I came to his country this week.
We had a nice time today drinking the best beer in the world. Beer made by monks. We were talking for hours. And walking a lot.
In a rain;) Hugs. Dialog as above.
No kisses.
Amazing!
I like OKC for friends

Desired. Letters of lust

Me:

Tell me about hot Italian women
Russian men are awkward.

Him:

You should have been in Rome
Not a single hot italian woman…
It is raining in Barcelona now
If you come, you will get wet…

Me:

I don’t need rain to get wet.
I need a man for that.
Or my own thoughts about him….

Him:

Do you think you would be able to tell me about it this evening on Skype?
Wet you
Hard me
Flying us…

Me:

it would be so sweet
I will be at the airport and it might be possible
or on plane back home and it will be not possible
it would be wonderful to think about both us flying away
to meet up on the same spot on earth
to put on red dress and then to take it off
or not…

Him:

DESIRED

Me:

Good name for  airline…

Him:

impossible to Skype tonight
I will be flying with DESIRED tonight
Have a wet night…

To cut coupons for sex

Once while dating online Man with a plan, I was asked lots of questions.  Few earlier posts  (2in1 and 3in1menage a trois,  the second guy in bed ) and the rest with a tag Man with a plan will help you to put pieces to puzzle. Not complete yet.

So he almost persuaded me to accept a challenge for occasional threesomes with his son.  It took me some time time to get used to the idea, which  actually was interesting to try. At least once. If I was able to create any meaningful  relationship with Man with a plan. And why not to try?

As my friend  once said:

Three is the right number:
A table with one leg is unstable
A table with two legs is unstable too
A table with three legs is always stable and it adapts to any irregular floor.
A table with four legs is stable but if the floor is not perfect, then the table will move
Conclusion: Perfect stability comes with three 😉

Man with a plan  had a lot questions when we were chatting online before meeting. Almost every day, few hours or longer  per day. Questions  about  sex, dating, picking mushrooms, swimming in a lake,  liking of ironing,  a lot questions from OKC  repertoire, and dozens more. He  mentioned  once he had professional deformation after work for several years in auditing security systems.   He used to say  “I  can ask ten questions, but it might be that  really important answer is  only one in this batch”.

I actually liked answering. It was like a food for thought – I had to express dislikes ( I hate ironing), my likes ( on cooking or traveling),  statements ( no at all interested  in threesome 2F1M), ideas (separate bedrooms or not), but in some cases questions let  me go deeper and express my insights about certain topics and organize my thoughts into opinions.

On the other hand,  I don’t like asking  questions, I would rather listen to stories. According to my understanding – asking questions is often not only a way to get another person’s opinion or clarification of the situation, but as well a polite way to corner them. Words are only words. If you answer your questions honestly, it doesn’t mean another side does the same. There are facts and stories. If I were in the same situation now, I would ask more questions. My love of listening to stories lets another side to create them on the go….

Him: One person can be in love with two at the same time – real love, but in different ways and equally strong – true or false?

Me:  False

Him: to be faithful – body part – is a must for good relationship – true or false?

Me: Not always true.

Him: If in a stable relationship – how many adventures or ONS would you like to have allowed per year?

Me: I don’t want to be allowed. I want NOT TO NEED them

Him: Even in the best relationship there are needs, especially for women at our age. Men are anyhow slowly dying in that better part of the body 🙂

Me: The needs of women are different.

Him: but there are needs and that is why I am asking how many ONS outside the relationship you need to be allowed

Me: The quality of sexual contact counts more , than quantity.
I think, that you can’t say – I need X amount of sexual intercourse  per year. If only X amount makes couple happy, that’s enough.

Him: so, once a month and all will be ok? 🙂

Me: no. It’s just more about  the situation you are in, and how you can use the situation.  If there is no one, who you want, cheep replacements do not work, despite allowed.  As I said, being single, as well as being picky in choosing partner for sex, is my choice.  Everyone has a choice. The whole life is the sum of our choices, sexual as well:)

…So in  addition to threesome with his son, who is about my daughter’s age,  there were  some extras offered for me – just for fun – pure sex without any strings attached outside the relationship. Occasionally. To feel excitement and novelty… With only one rule – no hiding /confession about it. It was a real turn-on for him to talk about my sexual encounters online and in reality, discussing all possible scenarios before and after he came up with the offer . We had a nice time talking in bed when met in real life about designing a coupons and printing them out. It’s was fun to fantasize how they can look like design wise  and what check-boxes should be there to have unified and clear accounting… I just imagined the secret life  of the  Coupon Queen – exciting!

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I understood father’s concerns about sex  at his age even before we actually had sex with him.  No juicy details, dear reader,  just dry evaluation.

It was not best sex ever. It was not good either. It was unremarkable. In addition it was the lack of intimacy or emotional compatibility, but that’s another thing to talk about. During three days and nights in a row he was not up to much  (pun intended) and  hydraulic problems I faced in sex department  will get even worse in the future, so calls for a plumber paid with coupons to clean my pipes seemed unavoidable even in early stage of connection.

So maybe ménage à trois with enough yearly coupons to cut is the best way to escape sexual boredom in a relationship? Some people think of this as inevitable, others that it’s the sign of an incompatible match, or a lack of imagination. I will not be very original putting here wise explanation of reasons of boredom in relationship by  Dr. Schnarch : “sexual relationships always consist of leftovers”.  And explanation is pretty clear: you decide what you don’t want to do; your partner decides what he or she doesn’t want to do; and “the two of you do whatever is left over”…So going wild (officially) you can get something you always craved for and never got in relationship…

It was exciting  to think about  whole concept to have in real life. To try it. It never happened, but despite that it haven’t lost its attractiveness. How to live now? 🙂

Friendship to be spoiled with sex? No way.

We were chatting  about different experiences in our online dating. Good and bad. Expectations, situations and connections we made and sex we had.

Him: I met a girl from another country who came to my town, we went out – she was smart, funny, beautiful.  Ended up having superb sex half night long. And are still friends online.. Probably will meet again. So far no bad experience that you couldn’t also have meeting IRL

Me:  That’s good! I am friends with few guys as well, but we haven’t had sex 😉 but spent amazing time in different cities – me or they  were good guide few times there.

Him: I can have sex and be friends 😉

Me: Me too, but sometimes it’s not necessary. Can you also be friends after awkward sex with someone???

Him: Yes. I am.

Me: I don’t want to spoil  amazing friendship with awkward sex. It may have an impact on my friendship – images of silly or really bad things will haunt me.  It’s a pity you can’t figure out what kind sex between you gonna before it’s over…

Are girls over-complicating things by default? It’s more pleasant to know that our friends are just superb and we even don’t want to know any of their intimate secrets  nor  share our mutual sexual fails with them? 

 

Mathematical approach of kissing frogs

Read it! How to hack OKcupid from wired.com.

Amazing research-based approach to make OKC  work.  Even scientific base for choice of prospects  doesn’t  guarantee you instant gratification.

Even the guy did  phenomenal piece of work  to pick  “right” girls to go out with, he had to go to 88 dates to hit it off with his fiancée.

So when you feel permanently tortured by  bad luck with dates, think about this guy and his efforts!

 

To love independence

– You love your independence, don’t you?
– Don’t judge too fast.
– Am I wrong?



– Nor right, neither wrong. We love what we are comfortable with. If we are not comfortable,  we are about to trade it for something else to feel better.
– Good approach..how long did it take you to develop this approach?:)

– It’s easy,  if you don’t lie to yourself.
– If it was that easy, then majority would adopt it.. Most people prefer to lie to themselves.
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Being dependent means delegating responsibility. People like it. Independence means facing your own shit and dealing with it without losing self-confidence. But being dependent or independent is worth nothing if you feel humiliated by any of them.

The second guy in bed

His son.

Ain’t that weird enough?

Initial light, easy,  flying in the air and a bit shocking  idea suddenly fell down on me like a  summer rain – refreshing afterwards, but heavy  and unexpected at the moment. Continue reading The second guy in bed